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By the time I left, I was starving, and I remembered I hadn’t done a grocery run in days.
So I pulled into this little store I had never visited. It was closer to the office than home, but I figured I’d grab a few things and bounce.
“Just grab the cheap ones,” a man said sharply.
I froze, and suddenly my blood ran cold.
It was Ethan.
I turned my head. There they were, Ethan and Chloe.
But not the picture-perfect couple I’d once imagined. He looked tired, his shirt stained, and his eyes dull. Chloe had bags under her eyes, mascara smudged like she’d slept in it.
Their daughter, a little girl around three, sat in the cart screaming, red-faced and ignored.
“You maxed out another card?!” Ethan hissed.
“At least I’m not the one who can’t keep a job!” Chloe snapped back, shoving a pack of pasta onto the belt.
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